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Exactly. It was mine. And on your birthday, you were meant to get what you wanted. I wanted this. Levi rested his hands on my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. I loved how much he loved this. I loved how making him feel good made me feel. I loved that he’d organised to have part of my home here today. I just loved him. I faltered slightly, the realisation hitting me like a bucket of cold water. I didn't bother denying it to myself. I’d fallen hard for Levi. I loved how confident he was. I loved how caring he was. I loved spending time with him. I loved going to sleep beside him. I loved waking up wrapped around him. And I loved that I’d realised I loved him while his dick was in my mouth. If that wasn’t Levi Holloway, I don’t know what was.
“Get up here,” he huskily breathed.
I pulled back. “Why?”
“So I can give you the birthday sex you deserve.”
He didn’t give me a choice. He bent down, hooking his hands under my arms to pull me to my feet. His mouth covered mine, the kiss much more suggestive than the first.
“You have far too many layers on, Hughesy,” he complained, pushing my jacket off my shoulders.
Once it was gone, I raised my arms in the air. He tucked them by my side.
“Let’s go upstairs,” he said, reaching for the pants still wrapped around his ankles.
“I have a better idea.” I motioned to the couch behind me. “If it's going to be a sex couch, it only seems fair that I’m the last girl you remember having sex with on it.”
Chuckling, he shook his head. “Too risky.”
“It’s my birthday,” I said, jutting my bottom lip. “I thought nothing’s off the table. Besides, I know for a fact Tripp is in class and Ryan is studying in the library because he has a test after lunch.”
Thanks to the Instagram Story he’d posted earlier.
“Where’s Will?”
“Getting in extra ice time,” Levi reluctantly admitted.
I smiled triumphantly before reaching over my head and removing my own jumper. Levi’s gaze fell to my lacy bra.
“Any other excuses, Holloway?”
Levi playfully nudged me onto the couch. I fell onto it with a yelp.
“Fine,” he exhaled. “Have it your way birthday girl.”
58. Birthday surprise
Levi.
“This wasn’t part of my plan,” I said, curling a piece of Grace’s hair around my finger.
But definitely a worthy detour.
“I was going to take you to lunch.”
“I’d settle for Vegemite on toast.”
Whatever that was didn’t sound great. Grace was folded over me, her breaths slowly returning to normal. Since hearing the stories of the, as she referred to it as,sex couch,she’d had this on her list. I hoped her list was never ending. I loved this risky side of her. Though it did make me nervous as fuck. Every time I heard a car or even a gust of wind, I was whipping my head around to check out the window. I lifted Grace off me then gently set her among the cushions. As much as I loved lazy, post-coital Grace, I was too on edge. I wanted her dressed. She looked too fucking hot, all messy hair and flushed skin. As I gathered up her things, she slowly pulled them back on. Just as she’d dragged her fingers through her hair, her phone rang. She picked it up.
“It’s my brothers.”
That was my cue. I slipped my hoodie on. “I’ll be in the kitchen.”
“No.” Grace grabbed my hand, pulling me back. “I want you to meet them.”
My chest constricted. “You sure?”
Nodding, she tugged us both onto the couch. Grace settled beneath my arm before accepting the call. Two blonde faces filled the screen. I’d thought Grace was tanned, but her brothers were next level. Their skin was so bronze it made their hair almost appear white.
